Rising out of the curled up, scared ball of inward coiled hardness.
Softening. Opening. Making onesself vulnerable.
Because to be vulnerable is to be open, is to be clear, is to be present.
There's no safety, not for reals. Being vulnerable is to allow that, instead of the false illusion-shell of safety that hardens and covers and doesn't actually protect.
Oh life. Yes, it's hard to stay open and vulnerable. Life hurts us all, the open ones most, sometimes it seems. But the truth is, we stay open because there's so much joy, underneath. And feeling that joy is - not a reward for the pain, but a consolation, that's for sure.
And we all need consoling, sometimes.